The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage-Chapter 190

Lazear couldn’t comprehend what had just happened as he stared at Valtar.

In an instant, Damien's head was torn off and passed by so quickly that even Damien didn't register it, and Lazear himself barely caught the movement.

He couldn’t understand it.

Serpina, yes, she was a well-known figure, someone he knew.

Though not as strong as before, she was a witch who had existed since ancient times.

So, he could at least understand that.

But for that ugly demon to defeat Damien without him even noticing—he couldn’t grasp it.

Even if the power given to Niella or Damien was small,

These were not subordinates who should have fallen so easily.

‘What the hell...’

Lazear, still unable to comprehend, was about to speak when Seong asked.

“Once again, it’s my victory, right?”

“...Yes.”

Though Lazear could barely get the words out, he had no choice but to agree.

At this rate, things wouldn’t go well.

The subordinates of Seong were stronger than expected.

Perhaps he should increase their power a bit?

There was a moment of hesitation, but Lazear quickly shook his head.

Don’t let yourself waver.

‘No matter what, once the strongest subordinate comes out, I will win.’

It didn’t matter if the two Seong summoned weren’t the strongest subordinates.

Even so, the subordinates who received all his power would undoubtedly be the strongest.

He was a bit surprised, but as he wasn’t as powerful as his former self, Lazear knew from his keen eyes that he could still win.

‘That demon is stronger than expected, but it’s fine.’

Serpina might be slightly stronger? No, almost the same strength.

Nothing to worry about for now.

With that, Lazear summoned his third subordinate.

This time, a male form emerged.

A vampire who couldn’t speak due to his mouth being sealed.

Or rather, he looked more like a ghoul, with a headless, tail-bearing body, but aside from the tail and mouth, he resembled a vampire.

His tail, resembling a sharp syringe, protruded, and he bowed deeply, showing his loyalty to Lazear.

“Bartholo. Go and bring victory.”

“......”

Though silent, Bartholo responded with eyes full of loyalty.

With determination, Bartholo climbed into the arena.

Seong, meanwhile, summoned his next subordinate.

This time, it was a knight made entirely of bones, wearing armor.

Leonic appeared.

As Bartholo climbed into the arena, he frowned upon seeing Leonic.

A mere skeleton?

That was the look on his face.

However, there was another who frowned at this.

A demon knight, who initially scowled but soon was left in shock.

“My lord! Did you, did you send me out before Leonic because I’m weaker!? ”

More than the battle itself, the demon knight shouted this in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Leonic, who had just been summoned, spoke with joy, bowing deeply.

“I am Leonic Evoke, the Doom Knight and second-in-command of the legion! I shall bring victory to my great lord! Stronger even than the demon knight, Valtar! I greet you!!!”

“This fool! Even now, you’re still just an apprentice under my training!!!”

“Haha, Master said it’s your turn now!”

“Ha!?”

Watching the playful exchange, Seong shook his head.

There was no time to entertain this now.

He quickly spoke to the two.

“Leonic.”

“Yes! I will win!”

Leonic responded with a resounding voice.

Valtar, though his mouth twitched in annoyance, said nothing further to Seong.

It seemed he wasn’t about to disrespect his lord.

Still, Seong shook his head.

Since their abilities were fairly similar, he had sent them together.

But to think they’d react like this...

Including Serpina, Valtar, and Leonic, all three were roughly of the same strength.

That was why he grouped them together.

However...

“Hmm.”

Serpina, too, seemed a bit displeased.

Perhaps hierarchy mattered among the subordinates after all?

Seong thought about it briefly.

Would he need to sort out their hierarchy at some point?

As he pondered, Leonic entered the arena, clearing his thoughts.

While Seong was distracted by his own musings, Lazear looked at Leonic, the skeletal knight in the arena, with suspicion.

None of them gave off a powerful aura.

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But when they exerted their power, they grew stronger.

Lazear watched in confusion.

Was he suppressing his power all along?

He couldn’t quite understand what was happening.

Once again, Bartholo launched himself into the battle the moment the blood-red orb signaled the start.

But Leonic, wielding his sword with cutting precision, sliced through Bartholo’s tail and limbs, sending him sliding away.

The sound of the blade cutting through echoed once.

The limbs, tail, and even the head of Bartholo were cleanly severed.

It was over in an instant.

Lazear sensed something was off.

Leonic seemed weak to him, but...

When he exerted his strength...

‘That was powerful.’

Was he holding back all this time?

Lazear couldn’t quite understand the situation, and once again, he kept silent.

Seong, though, knew the victory was his, and didn’t bother to ask.

As Leonic won and left the arena, Lazear’s thoughts grew more complicated.

Based on the small glimpse of power he had just felt, his best subordinate should have easily won.

But what was this unsettling feeling?

Thump—!

Thump—!

Thump—!

‘...This is unsettling.’

The unsettling sound of a heartbeat echoed.

Lazear gritted his teeth in irritation.

His anger was palpable, yet the subordinates of the current Overlord were substantial.

Could it be that Helena made this bet with all of this in mind?

Or was this all part of Helena’s manipulation?

He couldn’t tell.

But right now, he felt like a puppet, forced to move according to someone else’s will.

For now, he had to keep the dagger hidden, tucked safely in his sleeve, until they were intoxicated by the joy of victory and let their guard down.

With that thought, Lazear summoned his fourth subordinate.

This time, it was with the intention of discarding them.

A blood-red fluid took form, shaping into a woman of noble and graceful appearance.

She bowed elegantly towards Lazear.

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“Altemia, greetings to the eternal Blood Lord, Lazear.”

“...Altemia.”

Lazear addressed the woman who had greeted him.

“You must hold out as long as you can, draw out the opponent's strength.”

It was an odd order, not one to bring victory.

However, Altemia accepted Lazear’s command without hesitation.

“...Understood.”

Perhaps she felt she was lacking in strength to secure the victory herself.

Her lord had never made an incorrect decision.

So, Altemia trusted in his judgment and ascended into the arena quietly.

On the opposite side, a teal-colored portal opened.

From it, something that appeared to be a small girl, perhaps about ten years old, stepped out.

But she was much smaller than that.

She was barely a meter tall, resembling a slime in the form of a young girl.

“...???”

Altemia turned her head and glanced at Lazear.

Was she really being told to hold out against that?

That was the expression on her face.

Lazear, momentarily confused, stared at the scene in front of him.

Then,

Heehee? Oh, hello.The girl appeared timid, and Altemia turned again to look at Lazear, as if asking whether the order was truly correct.

Altemia had never once doubted or questioned Lazear’s commands, but this time, she couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

She really had to hold out against that?

Lazear, after a moment’s hesitation, nodded.

Perhaps this was some kind of trick?

Was he deliberately sending out a weak subordinate?

However, the atmosphere of the other subordinates was different from before.

Earlier, when the skeleton knight was summoned, Damien, the demon knight, and even Serpina had shown confusion, but now, as the timid girl stepped into the arena, they all nodded with understanding.

Did they believe this girl was stronger than the others?

It was hard to believe, but Lazear trusted his eyes.

With that, Lazear did not change his command and simply nodded.

As both of them ascended into the arena, the blood-red orb appeared once more.

The girl, still timid, spoke as she gazed at the orb.

I’ll do my best.Although Altemia found this behavior odd, she resolved to be as defensive as possible.

With the orb’s signal, the girl’s arms transformed into blades, and her legs became cheetah-like limbs.

Her upper body, once seemingly frail, transformed into an impressive form that appeared capable of remarkable strength.

In the blink of an eye, the form of Fiora vanished, leaving a deep mark on the arena floor.

Altemia, unable to react in time, was caught off guard. However, she instinctively raised her guard, ensuring full defense.

In a flash, she realized the girl had severed her head, but the damage didn’t even leave a trace of blood on her body.

That girl was a monster.

A monster that even if Altemia had used all her power, she could not have defeated.

As the realization hit, Altemia’s life faded away.

Lazear, witnessing this scene, felt his thoughts collapse.

The girl, who even he had missed, had effortlessly defeated Altemia.

Could his subordinates truly win?

But it was too late to stop now.

The final subordinate.

Lazear squeezed every ounce of his remaining strength and created a new subordinate, even putting his own life on the line.

This was a different kind of summoning.

Seong, who was observing the situation, seemed intrigued, his eyes glimmering.

Was this the moment when the strongest subordinate would be summoned?

Seong’s gaze seemed to confirm Lazear’s intention.

Lazear thought, ‘It’s too late for regrets.’

Even Helena could never have anticipated this.

With this subordinate, he would tear apart even her offspring.

The subordinate Lazear summoned with all his remaining strength appeared before him.

“Sebastian!!! Answer my call and show yourself!!!”

With an agonizing shout, blood mingled in the air, forming a single shape.

Out of the mass of blood, a tall, handsome man with long black hair emerged.

He bowed deeply towards Lazear and spoke.

“Ah, our lord, I have answered your call. The loyal sword of the lord has arrived.”

Lazear, finally seeing his loyalty in action, smiled.

Now, victory was assured.

With that belief, Lazear called to Sebastian.

“Go, tear down that vile Overlord and his subordinates.”

“Yes, I will do so.”

Sebastian, the vampire, exuded overconfidence as he ascended to the arena.

Seong, smiling, opened a teal-colored portal once again.

At that moment, Lazear felt something was off.

Sebastian had appeared with a fierce aura, clearly stronger than Seong’s other subordinates.

But Seong’s subordinates, upon seeing Sebastian, smiled derisively.

What was with their confidence?

Lazear’s confusion grew as he tried to make sense of it.

At that moment, a soft clicking sound came from the portal.

Click, click.

The same footsteps that once terrorized this castle.

Was it a nightmare?

No.

This was reality.

Lazear, with his eyes shaking violently, saw a woman step out of the portal.

She had bright red hair, her appearance more graceful and elegant than anything Lazear had ever seen.

Even Sebastian trembled in fear at the sight of her.

“Hello, Lazear?”

“Y-You, how!? How are you here, Helena!!!”

Sebastian shouted, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Having already died once at Helena’s hands, Sebastian turned to Lazear, his eyes filled with fear.

“...Was all of this your plan?”

Lazear was already drowning in despair, unable to respond.